shot while I have it. I might not get another chance.
He kissed her. It was nervous and tentative, but only for a second. She ran her hands through his hair and growled softly. His grip tightened. It was a combination of her climbing on his lap and him pulling her. Months of attraction poured between them, well-kept secrets now exposed. The raw sexual attraction between them would become unavoidable once this was all over. She knew she would never see him in the same way again, and not just because of the sex. Irreparably changed, Emerian now called to the dark, protective part of her heart.
She’d broken him, and she felt the need to give him something for that. And in the process, she would take this experience for herself, a memory she could look back on fondly if she died.
Or maybe a new member of her family if she lived.
We won’t know until it’s already decided.
He was hard under her. She ground against him, delighting in the feeling of him. His large hands held her tightly, his fingertips sliding over her skin as she taunted and teased him.
Their mouths were never apart, and it felt so wonderful as it slipped through her bonds, needing to share this feeling. In her bonds with two males, one close and one far, she felt humor. They had known and never mentioned anything to her. They had figured this would happen and rooted her on in silence. She knew in the morning, Mat would have already told Zayden and Bryn.
She gasped as those large hands slipped lower and grabbed her ass. He readjusted her and was able to slide halfway into her before lifting her off him again.
“Emerian,” she moaned.
Lifting them off the stool, he kicked it aside, making no mistake what he wanted. He took them to the floor, his hard body between her legs, shoved into her, and began to move. Mave clung to him, letting him have his way for the moment. She admired his arms—great to bite and hold on to. She admired his thin waist—the perfect width for her legs to wrap around.
He drove her to the first orgasm, pounding into her as she rode it, her body squeezing him. As it subsided, she decided to test his boundaries a little and go for her favorite position. She rolled him and began to ride, delighted by his growl and groan.
That was when she learned Emerian had some fight in him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her off. Wanting to see what he would do, she didn’t fight. This night was about her knowing Emerian, not making him a husband. She didn’t need to claim him. She just wanted to enjoy him and could leave the rest for when she came back alive. Mave found herself on her knees, with him behind and over her, sliding in from the back.
He thrust into her with power she didn’t expect, the level of roughness making her only want more. She pushed back on him, wanting him deeper and harder, and he gave her that, furious and frantic, hammering into her like his life depended on it.
Mave hit that delicious point where all she could do was scream and beg for him to give her relief. She had never expected this of Emerian, but she was glad it was there.
He pushed her flat to the floor, her legs open for him to continue thrusting into her. His hands on either side of her head, she held his arms, her nails biting into them until he bled.
Then it changed, and he gave her a handful of purposeful, deep thrusts, overfilling her, making her gasp, and sending her over the edge into bliss as her body began to shake from the pleasure. He roared and shoved in one last time, harder than before, and finished. She felt him come inside her as sweat dripped onto her back.
It took them several moments to regain any sort of coherent thought. He sprawled out, and she decided to lie over him and enjoy the physical intimacy.
“What am I to you now?” he asked softly. Her eyes had been drifting closed, and the question made them fly open.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “That’s a question we have to answer if I come back.”
“And if you don’t?”
“Then we were a pleasant moment for each other, and I hope you move on and are happy with some female who isn’t always trying to die for some far-off goal